Some Things That I Just Like On a Lady...

If you were to line up all the girls that I've dated, lo these many years, you'd have trouble seeing any physical resemblance between them.
Other than "Biped". And Opposable thumbs, girlish figures and what not.
Their heights, their size, their hair color, their faces, their ages, all would vary wildly.

The truth is, I am not attracted to people for their looks. I am attracted to them, for their personalities.

If you were to line those girls up and ask them to tell you something amusing that happened to them recently, you'd be entertained for hours. And that's where you'd notice their similarities. They're all interesting people. With interesting things to say and interesting ways to say them.

That said, there are a few things that are aesthetically pleasing to me.

There are physical qualities that I enjoy seeing or touching. These are not things that a woman must have, to hold my interest. Instead, these are the things that I can't resist focusing on, when they are present. You dig?

I like girls with...

...longish dark hair. Brown or black.
I've never turned a redhead or blonde away, but if she's got longish brown hair, shoulder length or so and its straight, well, it gets my attention. Suddenly, I become Lenny from "Of Mice and Men" and I want to pet the rabbits.

I also dig it, when a girl wears a pony tail. Maybe because they look so playful and fun. I also think those little bun things that they sometimes wear their hair up in, is also pretty darned cute.

...pale complexion. Fair skin. Dunno why, but I do. Tanned girls are nice too. But Fair Skinned girls get my attention first. I guess I groove on those Nordic girls.

...thinner girls, longer legs, long fingers, trim waist. Long and thin girls get my attention. (Which is a sad irony since I am offering them nothing of the kind. Ah well, perhaps these thin girls like hairy-chested, thick and big types.)

That said, I can't work with those abnormally waifish girls. The ones where you see their poor ribs at all times and their hip bones threaten to put your eye out. I don't want to bone those girls. I want to buy them a high-carb dinner.

...a decent bust. I could pretend that that doesn't matter to me. But it does. I need to have something to work with there. Flat-chested girls, athletic though they may be, simply do not move as well, when in motion. There's something to be said for a gentle sway, back and forth. I simply cannot look away from that.
Cleavage. Ah yes, this is a good thing too. If you love someone, say it with Cleavage.

...Smart, active eyes. Hmm, yes. This is also important. I want her to be focused and attentive.
To be able to look at me and know when I am flinging the bullshit her way. And to tell when I am saying "I love you" without actually saying it out loud. I want her to be smart, and sharp and very much alive and I can see that most easily in her eyes.
I have had the good fortune to date some girls with some very lovely eyes. I've never seen jewelry that I thought was lovelier than a pretty girls eyes.

I also think that girls who wear glasses are pretty cute. Maybe I like the brainy types. This'll come in handy as I get older. Because everyone's eyesite eventually fails. So, the older I get, the more my dates will be in glasses. Delightful.

...A modest backside. I know I am expressing an unpopular opinion here. Now this is one where I am willing to concede a little bit. I know that maintaining this area on a girl is not an easy thing. (Or so I've been told by a few ladies.) So, this is something that isn't really all that important to me.
However, I've noticed my actual sexual interest in a girl waning as that area has expanded over a longer relationship. This was back in college. I assume that it's still a factor today. I could lie and say that it's not important or just not mention it at all, but this is my fucking blog. I don't want to have to lie in here.
So, there's the truth. If your junk threatens to spill out of your actual trunk, pull the car over.
We need to talk.

... relatively few piercings.
Honestly, if I remove your clothes and you have metal sticking through something that you'd like me to touch or kiss, then we will have to talk about it. I just can't work with that. Somewhere, sometime before we met, you chose to express your individuality with a little bit of self-inflicted metal torture. For fashions sake. Or because you wanted "the sensation of it." Well, any sensation that I would offer, short of hooking up jumper cables to it, is going to pale in comparison.
So, Congratulations, you've peaked. I have nothing further to offer you. Least of all, an erection. I'm afraid mine are allergic to foreign metals.

...all her own teeth.
Did I even need to mention that?

And that, Dear Reader, is pretty much the sum and total of what I like to see on the Pretty Ladies.

I could go into more graphic details about lower extremities, but this isn't one of THOSE posts.
I could be perfectly happy living without these things. And I have been. All I am saying, is that if I found a girl with all these qualities, you'd never see us out, Dear Reader. We'd be secreted at home, exploring these many gifts that the Lord, in His Divine Wisdom, has chosen to give her.

Cheers,
Mr. B